Disclaimer: No. I don't own the X-Men….. But it would be freakin awesome if I did.

Rating: T (For a description of why look in chapter 1)

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Chapter 3

Poor Unfortunate Soul.

Two weeks and four days had passed since Kurts unfortunate Misfortune had taken place.
Most of the time Brother Johan had confined him to his bed while his shoulder and other wounds healed properly.
Brother Johan had been very secretive about Kurts existence and had promised to tell no one he was here.
Kurt had been astounded by the monks kindness and hospitality.
Most people would toss him out onto the streets or would have left him by the river to die.
But Johan was far from being this way. He had convinced Kurt that God had a plan for his life and that he cared and loved him no matter what he looked like.
At first the blue furred boy had a difficult time believing that a higher power that had created such a beautiful word could ever create a hideous monster such as him.
But still Brother Johan had convinced him that there was only beauty inside of him even if others could not see it.
Even though Kurt had only been at the monastery for a few weeks he was starting to feel a strong bond between himself and brother Johan that could only strengthen in time.

One cold night as Kurt had just laid down his head to sleep a creaking sound coming from the door awoke him and caused him to jump. He turned to face the person entering the room but was relieved to see brother Johans face by candle light as there was no electricity allowed in the monastery.
As Johan entered the room he could see him carrying a large bag with him.
As he set it down on a table Kurt moved in closer to see what was inside.
He saw inside that there was more candles, books, pencils and parchment.
"What is all this Brother Johan?" Kurt asked questioningly as he looked up to see the man setting up more candles.
"Well Kurt I started to think about something. If you are to remain here then perhaps you should learn what we teach since you cannot learn it with others I will teach you everything you will ever need to know." Johan smiled at him as he lit the last candle.
"Now tell me things you already know." Johan said as he sat down in the chair.
"Well I know how to read and write things, and I know some math. That's about it." She said ashamedly. "Since I couldn't go to school my parents taught me, and since they where farmers they themselves where not the best educated but taught me so much despite that." He said letting his mouth twitch with a smile.
Johan inturn smiled and patted Kurt on his uninjured shoulder. "You parents did a fine job, but now you must continue in your search of knowledge." He said grinning.
Kurt looked at him with glee as Johan opened the first book titled the bible.
"This is the most important book that you will ever need Kurt. It is the Word of God. Any answer to any question can be found in here." He said tapping the fairly used book. "It is your Kurt. To have and to study. It will guide you on your life journey." Johan smiled as he handed the book to Kurt.
Kurt smiled with glee as he held the book in his hands.
Kurt had never owned his own bible before. His parents where religious people but often share one bible.
"Thank you Brother Johan. I will keep it forever." Kurt said holding it so tight his fingers turned white.
"Good. Shall we get started?" Johan asked as he handed Kurt a Pencil and a piece of Parchment.
"I thought you would never ask." Kurt said with such enthusiasm.

Kurt had now been at the Abbey for over a month now.
And though Kurt had much to do with his studies that consisted of proper spelling, math, English, and others, Kurt felt trapped in his small room and often sat by the window at night as he was cooped up.
But about twice a week, Brother Johan would take Kurt out into a nearby orchard and would let him run and jump, and just be a kid.
Even if Kurt had to keep his eight year old giggles to a minimum those nights where still the best of his life.
Often when Kurt and Johan went out on their walks would talk on the way to the Orchid and back.
For some reason the fresh air brought out Kurts inner demons and would often talk about the horrible nightmare the young boy would have when he slept.
It pained Johan to hear of this, and he comforted the boy as much as possible.
One night the nightmare where brought up because his most recent one was different.
Johan and Kurt sat on a large rock as they talked.
"I think they are getting worse." Kurt said as he sat on the stone cold rock.
"How?" Asked Johan.
"Well, they are becoming more vivid, and painful. Last night I woke not being able to breath for a few moments because I awoke after that man started to strangle me." Kurt said as frightened as a young child could be.
"Kurt, your dreams are not real. They are your human imagination, playing off of a tragedy that has happened to you." Replied Johan calmly.
"I know Brother Johan but I don't think I can handle it for much longer. I can still hear my mothers screams as that man shot my father and I can see my fathers tears as they man held my mother at gun point!" Kurt said clenching the sides of his head. "I don't think I can take this much longer Brother Johan!" Kurt exclaimed as he tightened his eyes.
Suddenly he felt warm, loving arms wrap around him as a tear came down the boys face.
"Kurt these things will pass. I cannot tell you when or how but they will. Have faith. I am here for you Kurt." Johan said in such a kind and loving way that soothed the boy to where he stopped his crying.
"Now lets get you inside so you may rest." Johan said picking up the boy and carrying him back to his room.
Johan carried the boy all through the abby till they reached his room.
He placed the boy in the bed and placed a blanket over him.
"I pray for your sweet dreams Kurt." Johan said as he reached for the door.
Looking back he could see the smile and appreciation on the young boys face.
That look, that love was all the reward Johan would ever need.